The Last Romantic
The rain in fin-de-siècle Paris tasted of ozone and old regrets. Julian had woken up in a small attic room in Montmartre with a mind like a bleached bone. He knew how to kill a man in twelve different ways, and he knew how to vanish into a crowd, but he didn't know the sound of his own mother's voice. He was a ghost in the city of light, a man with the skills of a predator and the soul of an...
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